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12

Nov

Thankfully, there are some sweets that are so lovely, in all of their sugar-spun, coconut-like-confetti glory, that you can be more than satisfied by simply gazing at them.
To take a bite would interrupt the perfection, wouldn’t it? That’s what I told myself the other morning anyhow, after spotting this gorgeous dream cake, and realizing that even my body couldn’t handle such a sugar shock before 9am.

Thankfully, there are some sweets that are so lovely, in all of their sugar-spun, coconut-like-confetti glory, that you can be more than satisfied by simply gazing at them.

To take a bite would interrupt the perfection, wouldn’t it? That’s what I told myself the other morning anyhow, after spotting this gorgeous dream cake, and realizing that even my body couldn’t handle such a sugar shock before 9am.

11

Nov

Isn’t this image stunning? It was taken by my fashion photography idol Bill Cunningham of NY Times “On the Street” fame.
Although this photograph was used in a compilation about the daring, we-mean-serious-business boot trend in sweet Paris at the moment (there have been murmurs stateside, too) what I found so arresting was the trench coat.
Clarification: not the trench coat, but how it’s being worn. Because there is no doubt that this chic, smiling for Bill, Parisienne is wearing that trench—it isn’t wearing her, not even by an inch.
And of course, one can’t help but appreciate the fact that this lovely, tailored piece—whose predecessors were created merely to keep raindrops at bay—is so stunning, it requires its own protection.

Isn’t this image stunning? It was taken by my fashion photography idol Bill Cunningham of NY Times “On the Street” fame.

Although this photograph was used in a compilation about the daring, we-mean-serious-business boot trend in sweet Paris at the moment (there have been murmurs stateside, too) what I found so arresting was the trench coat.

Clarification: not the trench coat, but how it’s being worn. Because there is no doubt that this chic, smiling for Bill, Parisienne is wearing that trench—it isn’t wearing her, not even by an inch.

And of course, one can’t help but appreciate the fact that this lovely, tailored piece—whose predecessors were created merely to keep raindrops at bay—is so stunning, it requires its own protection.

08

Nov

Hair Miracle? Here's Hoping.

Have I told you the tale about my poor, fried mane? How after going blonde this summer, for the first time ever (blondes might just have more fun, after all) I ponied up the big bucks to have a keratin treatment, also known as the Brazilian Blowout, and soothe my poor, processed hair follicles?

Well.

The Brazilian Blowout essentially toutes itself as the America of hair products; give us your poor, your tired, your huddled masses of hair, longing to be free from damage and frizz, and lack of shine, it coos. My stylist told me that after the treatment, I wouldn’t have to blow dry my hair, ever again—or, until the treatment wore off anyway, which was an average of three months. As someone who has unruly half-straight, half-wavy hair, blow drying has been my only savior. Sea salt sprays, suggestions of “oh, just twist and rub a little product at the ends—so easy!” and other “tricks” have left my hair matted, frizzy, and far, far from anything remotely sleek.

So, after hearing my stylist gush, and googling Brazilian Blowouts (Nicole Richie is a fan), I decided to go for it, and plunk down far too much money than is wise for my dream hair.

Well.

While rinsing out the treatment, my usually chatty stylist became very, very quiet.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Just a second—I’ll be right back. I need to check something." A phrase you never, ever want to hear your doctor, dentist, or stylist utter.

Long story short: soon three stylists, including the salon’s owner, were crowded around my now towel dried head, frowning. This has never happened before, they exclaimed. They called the Brazilian Blowout manufacturer, and they had never heard of this happening, either. Lucky me.

What happened was this: either the product or the extra hot flat iron used to seal the product in proved to be too much for my over-processed hair, and it was fried. And by fried I mean absolutely, positively ruined. Large patches of hair were curled into sad nests of frizzy doll hair. It was obscene. Apologizing profusely, they sent me home with a gentle flat iron and a bag of products they hoped would help to mask the damage, and didn’t charge me for the treatment. Obviously.

There was nothing to do but wear my hair up, and I have become incredibly creative with bobby pins over these past six months.

Since my hair can’t handle regular color, I have been using temporary at-home color, and crossing my fingers. The results have left much to be desired; flat, boring color that fades super fast.

I decided to take to the internet in search of a solution, and stumbled upon these glazes by John Freida. Oodles of magazines sing their praises, and so I think I’ll give them a shot. I’ll keep you posted on the results.

Keep your fingers crossed for me, will you? And maybe a toe or two, too.

XO Miranda

07

Nov

600 Thread Count Sheets On Sale? Yes, Please.

So, I have become minorly obsessed with Nate Berkus, since seeing an interior design spread he did in Glamour magazine, using items for his own line. It was, in a word: perfection.

The only place to get your hands on his wares is HSN.com, which was easy enough. The only thing I was miffed by was the shipping charges; each pillow I ordered cost an additional $5-8 in shipping and handling, as did the sheets. Oh, the sheets. The amazing sheets.

I ordered these 600 thread count puppies, not realizing how much they would change my life. Do you know how important it is that your bed be a haven? A wonderful, silky smooth haven of yumminess?

Well, you will once you cover your bed in these. There’s no turning back. And, at around $65 (including the sheets AND the pillowcases, which I was very pleased about), Mr. Interior Design Adonis has made it possible.

06

Nov

Oh, great. See this? This is the nutritional content of the only thing that I have been mildly interested in consuming these past few days while marooned on my couch, sneezing and coughing incessantly.
To my credit, I have been adding in a daily vitamin boost, an immunity boost, and a super 3G boost (it sounded fancy), but still—108 g of sugar? Almost 800 calories? Did I mention that I had two of these yesterday?
Leave it to me to pick the least healthy item at Jamba Juice. It’s just like my uncanny ability to always be drawn to the most expensive item in a magazine spread. I’m like a bloodhound for things that are bad for your thighs and wallet.

Oh, great. See this? This is the nutritional content of the only thing that I have been mildly interested in consuming these past few days while marooned on my couch, sneezing and coughing incessantly.

To my credit, I have been adding in a daily vitamin boost, an immunity boost, and a super 3G boost (it sounded fancy), but still—108 g of sugar? Almost 800 calories? Did I mention that I had two of these yesterday?

Leave it to me to pick the least healthy item at Jamba Juice. It’s just like my uncanny ability to always be drawn to the most expensive item in a magazine spread. I’m like a bloodhound for things that are bad for your thighs and wallet.

05

Nov

Hey! Did You Know It's National Novel Writing Month?

For 30 days and 30 nights, seasoned writers and newbies alike will join together in the pursuit of writing their novel. 1 month, 1 novel.

I’m in. Are you?

04

Nov

Although Newman’s Own microwave popcorn is perfectly delicious sans accoutrement, there are times when I like to spice things up, and a bit of fresh ground pepper and sea salt does the trick.

Although Newman’s Own microwave popcorn is perfectly delicious sans accoutrement, there are times when I like to spice things up, and a bit of fresh ground pepper and sea salt does the trick.

Alice in Wonderland

Ok. So, I didn’t exactly provide you with moment-by-moment Phish fashion coverage, as promised. Frankly, I was distracted. Not just by the surprising amount of edgy looks, fringy boots, and hair strand-thin metallic headbands worn high on the forehead (they were a revelation), but by the experience itself. I felt like Alice in Wonderland, but was in a meticulously cared for polo field, surrounded by vegetarian food vendors as far as the eye could see, rather than a rabbit hole. Did you know that when thousands of glow sticks sail above your head simultaneously, it looks like fireworks? Amazing.

Now, about the fashion. Although I neglected to snap photos of all the goodness I was seeing, I was fortunate enough to be traveling with some of the most inspired, fun dressers I know: my friends.

Natalie’s shimmery bronze Nike high tops were a highly coveted item by all, and looked even better next to Leanne’s shiny blues:

Halloween was amazing, and the costumes were terribly clever. Taryn and Leanne went as My Little Ponies, and pieced together their costumes from wig shops, random stores, and the shiny leotard mothership: American Apparel. They even carried along matching combs, so people could comb their hair and tails. Genius, and adorable:

Yours truly went as a peacock, and used a shimmery vintage blue dress as my base, then added on a homemade tail made with a ribbon, glue gun, and peacock feathers. I found a perfectly jaunty hair comb with feathers galore, and added little fingerless lace gloves:

30

Oct

Phish Out of Water Outfit 1: it’s the first day of the festival, and I’m ready. Sparkly Toms? Check. Giant faux amethyst ring? Check. Looking forward to the upcoming Phish fashion!

Phish Out of Water Outfit 1: it’s the first day of the festival, and I’m ready. Sparkly Toms? Check. Giant faux amethyst ring? Check. Looking forward to the upcoming Phish fashion!

29

Oct

And, we’re off. My husband and I are heading to Palm Springs for the weekend. We are…wait for it…going to a three day Phish festival. For those of you who know me well, jaws off the floor, please. I know, it’s shocking. However, we’ve rented a house with a pool, so no camping will be had. Paul is a huge fan, as are a group of our friends, who like Paul, never struck me as fans. But, everyone says there is something to it, and I plan to investigate, and by investigate I mean be the Bill Cunningham of the desert. Keep your eyes out for fashion shots galore.

And, we’re off. My husband and I are heading to Palm Springs for the weekend. We are…wait for it…going to a three day Phish festival. For those of you who know me well, jaws off the floor, please. I know, it’s shocking. However, we’ve rented a house with a pool, so no camping will be had. Paul is a huge fan, as are a group of our friends, who like Paul, never struck me as fans. But, everyone says there is something to it, and I plan to investigate, and by investigate I mean be the Bill Cunningham of the desert. Keep your eyes out for fashion shots galore.

26

Oct

Makeover: Frozen Standbys

There are just some nights when “cooking” is out of the question, and I draw the line just shy of heating things. That, I can do. But, the heating of food must not require much effort or participation on my part; there will be no simmering, then boiling, then bringing back down to a simmer. Not even my beloved grill pan makes the cut, and on these nights I rely on one appliance and one appliance only: the oven.

I also rely on my frozen, pre-made standbys: Trader Joe’s Eggplant Parmesan, and an Alexia Garlic Baguette. The Trader Joe’s eggplant parm is made without breading, and is delicious. This garlic baguette? I have no words. I have been obsessed with these puppies for years. And, they’re not all that bad for you fat/calories wise, unless you eat an entire baguette in one sitting, like I’ve been known to do. It’s culinary crack, I tell you.

So, with a pop in the oven, and a simple salad of butter lettuce, kalmata olives, and shaved carrots, you can turn this:

Into this: